Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.